DreameNovelChapter 1136 The workers were all about that cash, hustling harder than ever. Even when they ran into those nasty bugs on the ground, the $20 per stem reward kept them grinding. There were so many of them that as they scrambled for the weeds, the bugs had nowhere to run and got squished into the mud.
Quinn watched them pulling weeds and couldn't help but smirk.
"Money really does talk," she thought.
After rounding up the crew, the chubby dude brought chairs for Alexander and Quinn before jumping into the weeding action himself.
Making that money was a breeze, like bending down to pick up a $20 bill off the ground. Plus, when yanking weeds, you could grab a bunch at once.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlexander leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, watching the hustle with a grin. In less than half an hour, a huge chunk of weeds was gone.
The bugs in the grass freaked out, many of them scurrying onto the road, making Quinn lift her feet onto the chair. "Alexander, how do you pay them? Do you count each weed?" Quinn asked.
"Nah, just weigh 'em," Alexander replied.
The chubby guy had already brought a scale, but to keep folks honest, he hadn't mentioned the weighing part yet.
The more Quinn watched, the crazier it seemed. She had cback for a memorial, but with all these people around, it felt more like a Christmas party.
With over 200 people, the 50,000 square feet of weeds were cleared in no time.
To make more cash, they didn't even spare the baby grass.
Then it was tto line up for weighing. A skinny weed weighed about 0.35 ounces, while thicker ones weighed between 1.4 and 2.8 ounces. Based on this weight, the payment was calculated according to the proportion of thick and thin weeds.
The calculated price was $800 to $1,000 per 17.5 ounces, and there were about 140,000 ounces of weeds here. When the chubby guy did the math, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Mr. Kennedy, are you serious? That's over $8 million!" He found it hard to believe. Who would drop over $8 million to pull weeds? The rich really do think differently.
Alexander pulled out a card from his pocket and tossed it to him, saying, "You hand out the cash, and make sure to take these weeds away." After that, he grabbed his cane, stood up, and turned to Quinn, asking, "Hungry? Wanna grab a bite?" "You go ahead," Quinn said.
Then she stood up and walked straight into the villa.
The area around the villa was bare after the weeds were gone, showing the villa's original look. With each step she took inside, her heart felt heavier as she glanced back at the front door. Alexander followed her inside too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe chubby guy watched them go, then looked at the card in his hand, once again shaking his head at the rich folks' ways.
It was getting dark, and when Quinn.
entered the house, it was even it was even m se, dimmer, making the place feel more oppressive. She took out her phone flashlight, scanning every corner of the house.
But there was no sense of familiarity.
Everything seemed strange to her, and she couldh fremember anything that had happened in this house. "How about we call them in to clean up?" Alexander's voice cfrom behind.
Quinn paused and turned to look at him, asking, "Can you stop following me?" "You're stepping on a bug," Alexander pointed out.
Quinn instinctively looked down and saw that she had indeed stepped on a bug, squashing it, with its gats splattering on the surrounding debris. She fought the urge to puke and moved a few steps to the side, only to hear another crunch under her foot. Quinn's expression started to crack.
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